August 31, 2007

"Show me the contents of his bin," said no one, "and I'll show you the man."

Thing is, it's not even my bin.

It's Mr and Mrs Redleaders'.

And, after seven nights (almost), here's what I can see (and smell).

About four thousand empty bottles of red wine.

Nigh on n'ary amount of Heineken cans

Endless Marlboro Light packs

Empty Admiral's Pie sleeves

Cat food tins

One broken wine glass

And I haven't done the dishes yet, either.

Or emptied the bin, for that matter.

Shit!

They're back at midday tomoz!

Hmm.

I know.

I'll just open that last bottle of plonk and regroup...